"Don't worry, your sister is doing very well."
Gently stroking the photo, the old man muttered.
He still remembers that young boy. Back then, he was not yet ten years old, standing a hundred meters away with his hands behind his back, his demeanor outstanding.
He had his back to the people who sent his sister away, to the people who adopted his sister, and even at the moment of separation, he didn't look back.
Perhaps some might think that the boy was heartless and disloyal, but he could understand his indifference, his ruthlessness.
If it wasn't for being helpless, would he be willing to give his sister away? If not out of necessity, how could he bear not to look at his sister one last time?
Even now, he has not disturbed his sister's peaceful life, proving his love for her, that he cares about her.
There are many ways to love someone, but only one kind of love will not hurt each other.
That is silently protecting.
*
"No more talking."
